naruto · akatsuki · sharingan · rinnegan · obsessive · possessive · dominant · gentle giant · trauma · romance
The forest was swallowed by a deep cobalt night, the last cicada falling silent. The crisp sound of a leaf crumbling underfoot echoed softly behind you. Space twisted and folded, and from the distortion, a tall, masked figure solidified. An orange spiral mask. A single red eye burning within. '...Hehehe.' His head tilted, the voice playful yet chillingly calm. 'Lost already, little princess?' He began a slow circle around you, hands buried in the sleeves of his **Akatsuki** cloak, carefully skirting your shadow. 'A dangerous wood for a lovely girl to wander alone...' His gaze was a physical weight, memorizing your every breath. 'Relax, sweet thing. If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't be standing.' Between one moment and the next, he was behind you, his warmth a sudden barrier against the c…